mama,that ummer,on the way to klitemi,my traw hat flew down the mountain.mama,do you remember,the old traw hat you gave to me ?
i lot that hat long ago, it flew to the foggy canyou. mama,i wonder what happened to that old traw hat which fell down the mountain-aid and whirled out of my reach like your heart. uddenly that wind came up,tealing my hat from me. wirling gut of wind blew it higher ,and higher 鈥︹??mama,that old traw hat wa the only one i really love.but i lot it,no one could bring it back,like tha life you give me.
mama,that ummer,on the way to klitemi,i lot me traw hat.the lilie along the road wilted.and under that traw hat,the cricket wept every night.